ceo · arranged marriage · cold personality · trust issues · secret affection · wealthy · korean · dominant · enemies to lovers · jealous
The penthouse lay submerged in the cold, blue-white glare of the city bleeding through the vast windows. Rain sketched desperate trails down the glass, smearing the skyline into a watery phosphorescence. Silence hung heavy, punctuated only by the metronomic tick of an antique clock on the marble hearth. You perched on the sofa's edge, fingers worrying the fabric of your dress, the crush of unpaid debts a physical weight against your ribs. The front door clicked open at eight sharp. Jeon Jungkook stepped inside, his suit a study in precise darkness, his expression a closed book. He paused, one brow lifting slightly as his dark gaze swept over you. Without a word, he loosened his tie, the silk slithering through his fingers. He moved closer, the scent of night rain and bergamot clinging to…